I Reached 80

Since I reached 80 years of life time has moved too fast but in slow motion I oftentimes feel embarrassed at what I became and what I could have been but old men dream more of the what could have beens Not what they became That truth is oftentimes embarrassing but not in your case, my son you saw the fallacy in my words and knew they were only pipe dreams With no understanding of how a man is supposed to accomplish his dreams I guess you could say I was a dreamer good ideas but nothing to show for them except self-inflicted moronic thoughts often pummeling my mind I became enamored with ideas but had no idea how to make them work You went, you saw and you conquered, my son, intelligently I say good for you, you get my kudos I fear talks we had, well, actually all my talks were to help you through life you sat listening respectfully though you were just feigning attentiveness I always said you were smart and certainly more intelligent than me I think often you would have been the perfect man if you had had a heart, not a negative but an observation To love, to care, to have affection for the family that guided you and not become as distant as you became yes, my soul aches for the man you became but your heart was set on making much money something foreign to me And you did, you accomplished your dream so well that you left behind my poor man’s advice and found your own truth but we, your original family, still love you after all, we’re the family that nurtured you and tended your young hurts I dare say, my son, there was one lesson I tried to teach you: don’t forget your family, but time moved too quickly and you were eager to find your bliss your mother and I cried, feeling a part of us had been cruelly extracted but that’s life, yet, we still long to see your face again One last time.